Long Reliquary Poems

I am having that dream of dreams again
The one that wakes me up in the night
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I dread the United States presidential 2024 outcome...

Whereby yours truly presages and doth abhor
nothing short of an imminent civil war
dwarfing insurrection on January 6, 2021
oddly enough even reducing
ordinary decibels to a mute whisper
madding crowd trumpeting...

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Inevitable death defines afterlife - deux

Flinty stones figuratively rolling inside
whooping out that primal 
binaural beat of your drum
ma mind haphazardly 
ricocheting axon to neuron
inducing inxs of chaos 
wreaking entropy beheld 
by beauty and the beast
enveloping...

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Emerging from a doorway shadow 
   Through thick air - sweet with incense - 
Comes a dark figure dressed in a robe 
   To be near the altar in silence. 

The...

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Ronald Rump reasonably roasted 

Remarkable – recourse retaining rickety 
rambling reverence regarding “r.”

Ronald Rump
repugnant racist republican reviled - 
rickettsia re:itch ruler.

Rapaciously ravaged 
revered reverential rubric.

Radical ruthless renegade 
rapidly riotously ripped rigged ramparts.

Refrained retaining remnant 
redolent...

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repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler. 
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric. 
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts. 
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant...

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Opining On Sacraments Of Self-Ordained Loathsome Sacredotalists

When the rascal dons his garments of meerschaum shade
with loud mendacious voice he covers his mugwump cries
Waving a banner of loquacity, expostulations are made,
and he assumes a 'Forma Pauperis,'...

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I endure my arrogance like a leftover twin  
absorbed during gestation,  
seeing myself in everything, not only the eyes  
that watch me rocking back and forth in a corner 
in order to...

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In the labyrinth of my thoughts, an endless waltz of shadows,
I step on the edges of my soul, where angels shed feathers of memories,
their wings, birds of light, beating a rhythm locked in the vault...

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Nascent thought provoking
threads flit to and fro
unseen solitary pinball wizard
cavalierly fiddles indiscriminately
leveraging outcome

silently holistic thought fragments
strewn staccoto scattershot
attenuated blitzkrieg
brain storm saturates,
par for course sandtrap engulfs,

chaos reverberates within
besieged cerebral corridor,
quotidian mental onslaught
spurns refugee exodus,
psychological ploy asper...

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In the temple abandoned by time, in the silent whisper,
Our palms unite, masters of the subtle light,
You watch over with the warmth of spirit when angels dart,
You, the reliquary of divinity, the guiding star when...

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You hold it by the hand.
This stillborn subject of
a camera's lens one day--
complete that instant when
a moment freezes as unique,
its sum of history
and the unknown, audacious 
in its silent voice.

Give it a little time.
It asks...

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In my heart, a reliquary, gather teeth that do not belong to me,
but are those of voices I swallowed out of politeness, unwillingly,
they echo in silence like relics of a gentler, forgotten violence,
and I polish...

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And here you are
on the end of a smile
that doesn't seem to fit
your face, caught
in the startle of a flash,
still and ageless
after all these years.

I wonder what thoughts
were in your mind 
when the shutter clicked
to...

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I had to learn to skin animals
but instead 
practiced on myself


after diving deep 
into the abyss of my soul,
I surfaced 
with my tri-colored eyes alight
in the illumination 
of self prophecy


fates morn’ dawned bright 
flint-ed off...

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A Reliquary Musing
 
A child’s doll melded into a stone in a former Nazi Death Camp
as its chilling image haunts the collective mind of those who live 
in the so-called civilized world of today and...

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Who am I? A seeker, within I set sail,
Beyond the horizon where stories pale.
Golden threads of twilight unravel in my grasp,
A penumbra of half-truths, a breath to clasp.

Waters rise from twin springs of insight,
A call...

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I see nothing but pink plume and ink
In the lofty canopy above
The roof is raised with mist

And rust in my eyes 
and the old wreck of souls
Shouting Jazz melodies like tricks

The way this porch was...

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fallen clusters of chestnut flowers were imprisoning the entire alley,
serving as a now withering proof of the sky’s anger…
tenderly caressed by some stray raindrops,
still waiting to evaporate,
the flowers were now watching like a swarm of...

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Buried at sea
the dead man lives, as if a blood
in a reliquary.

Remains of a day 
were very volatile.The backlash
will start with a kiss of moon.

By the lack of a sin 
you meet an ambush
lying in...

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